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... thoughts and fears—images of Azrael, the man I wounded, and the others awaiting their own deaths before I left.
It’s laughable—foolish, really—that I’m worried for anyone other than myself. Or maybe it’s guilt for having played some small part in their suffering.
I keep hearing the arrow whizzing through the air, the sound of flesh tearing, and Azrael’s laughter taunting me for hours, keeping me awake and wallowing in torment.
Then—suddenly—the world goes still and quiet ...
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